This ongoing body of work begins with closeness. In 2017 I moved to the high desert of southern Utah and began photographing the people, animals, and landscape around me. Not as a project, at first. As a way of being in relationship with where I was.

The photographs move between domestic interiors and open country — kitchens and barns where daily life happens, and the salt flats, eroded hillsides, and long roads of the wider region. The work gathers around gestures — feeding, holding, lifting, killing — through which devotion and devastation share the same ground.

The title comes from an idea shared across contemplative traditions: that being born at all, into this world, is itself an improbable piece of luck. If that's true, then attention is how you honor it. I photograph what I want to be nearer to. The camera is how I close distance.